I'm just glad he's allowed me to watch the two of them together, to live vicariously through him, since that's all that will ever become of this whole thing.
Seeing Lucien find love has been hitting me hard as of late.
I want what he has.
I need a girl like Adeline. Someone to call my own.
I want a relationship...for the first time.Ever.
I want something…more.
Some noise in the hotel adjacent to mine captures my attention. A woman's moans have my eyes searching the rooms across the street for the source.
"Are you watching porn?" Lucien hisses into the phone, and I have to hold back a chuckle.
Lucien is the only guy on the planet that I know of that doesn't like porn and thinks it's disgusting. What's not to like? Girls and guys fucking a bunch of different partners…kissing…fucking…and sharing communicable diseases.
Fuck.
Okay. Maybe it is a little fucking gross now that I think of it. Damn it, now Lucien's gone and ruined porn for me. He's already ruined salad bars and hotels for me.
Shit, the first thing I did when I came in this room is remove the dirty, disgusting comforter from the bed and shove it in the corner. Lucien assured me they don't wash that fucking thing and that everyone who stays in the room uses it…putting their nasty, bare asses on it or getting their juices all over it after they fuck on top of it.
I shiver in disgust and mentally curse Lucien. I'm not going to let his germiphobe ways rub off on me too much. I refuse to carry around a bottle of antibacterial gel like him.
Well, I actually have a bottle of it in my luggage, but that's beside the point.
The guy groaning across the street brings me out of my germiphobe musings, and I sink further into the shadows as I watch them.
Realizing I didn't end my call with my cousin yet, I say, "Uh, I think my night just got a whole hell of a lot more interesting." Lucien sighs, and I can practically hear his disgust. With a grin, I quickly tell him, "Hey, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow."
I end the call and sit down on a metal chair, placing my phone down on a plastic, round table.
The couple across the street has a large balcony separated from the room with a sliding, glass door and floor-to-ceiling windows. The door and curtains to their room are wide open, giving me a view of their entire suite…and of them fucking. They definitely are not shy, I'll give them that much.
They don't look like a couple, however, the more I see of them. And I have to wonder if the woman isn't, in all actuality, a call girl. She looks to be in her early twenties, and the guy behind her is older…much, much older. He looks to be in his fucking sixties, bald, short and stocky with not so much adadbod, but more like agrandpabod.
"Ew," I hiss out loud.
Shaking my head, I focus on the girl, because the old man is seriously killing my boner.
She's tall and thin — maybe too thin since I can see her ribs poking out — with long, blonde hair and a pretty face. I can't see the color of her eyes from here, but I desperately want to know. Maybe hazel or blue…orgreen…
My thoughts drift slowly to Adeline and her green eyes against my will. It's like a constant inner struggle. She's not mine to have, but I think about her constantly.
Grimacing, I think about the engagement ring currently burning a hole through my luggage as a tell-tale reminder that she belongs to Lucien. It doesn't matter what my feelings are for Adeline or the fact that I kinda, sorta fell for her along the way.
We'll never be together, and I need to just fucking get over it.
"Easier said than done," I mutter to myself, scratching at the tabletop surface with my thumbnail.
A weird sound catches my attention, and my eyes snap up to the woman across the street. The man behind her has his hand around her throat, and she's gasping for air. He's still pounding into her, the sound of their flesh slapping together bouncing off the brick walls of the hotels.
His hand squeezes tighter, and I can see the girl's lips turning blue from here. Fuck, he's gonna kill her.
Quickly, I stand up, ready to intervene. But it's at that moment that the man hisses, "Come for me, you little bitch."
And as if on command, the girl shudders into an orgasm so powerful its evidence leaks down her thighs. The man finally releases her, and the girl coughs and sputters, catching her breath.
